I've been found in such a light to scare the folk away
And most would say I conjure, hex, and trick them
Truth shows itself not enough in the village that I pray
For the wispy barley stalk blows off of its stem
Lay me down, lay me down
In the fields of barley, lay me down
That sacred ground I've never found
In the fields of barley, lay me down
There he lay stricken with a fever, sick for days
Knowing not of health he would grasp onto
Those eyes I will remember not and I'll never break their gaze
But freeing me, the stake would always haunt you
Lay me down, lay me down
In the fields of barley, lay me down
That sacred ground I've never found
And I'll wake up in the fields
Of barley
I'll lay here
My words they'll always fear
But they won't mean a thing
Until, those words, they sing
Lay me down
In the fields of barley, lay me down
That sacred ground I've never found
And I'll wake up in the fields
Lay me down
In the fields of barley, lay me down
That sacred ground I've never found
In the fields of barley
